I'll not tell you the day or night
or the hour when death will knock--
You'll have to answer that yourself.

Have you seen my pawnshop?
Come for a visit, stay, look around
see my wondrous treasures
play me in a game of chess--
if you win, the universe is yours.

I hold in my hands black and white pawns
no matter, which you pick
the world is yours and all the potatoes
you can eat for the rest of your life.

One is offense; the other defense
when you learn the rules of the game.
Destiny will call you.
She'll walk with you hand-in-hand
kiss your cheek, with a sweet caress
and tell you not to worry.

I'll not tell you the day or night
or the hour of the end
but the choice is yours to begin--
that hour starts now.

Where do you begin?